Triplet, Triplet,3,4, Poem by Ros Venn

I have the feeling
Just not the word
Though this is fleeting
I must be heard
Should I be screaming
I am not a welp
Should my tears be gleaming
Talking doesn't help
I don't know why
I thought it would
I will not cry
Some say I should
Why should I think
This time would be
different with the shrink
Blind not to see
I do not need it
It has failed me
Once before with
Others, I'll not flee
Upon I, I rely
Resent I might
I will try
Till I die, I fight